Research scientist, Dr. Anjali Mehta, lost her
beloved family in an earthquake. Only her work cuts through the paralyzingly
grief, but when she finds her new research subject, reputed mass murderer, Jake
Finn, maddeningly uncooperative and inexplicably sexy she's tempted to run
away. How can she burn to touch a killer--a man behind bars?

What
she doesn't know is that Jake is a chimera, a shapeshifter who can change into
a lion or a dragon with all the strengths of both even in human form, who
believes his ability to shape shift is nothing but a terrifying hallucination,
and his overpowering attraction to his new doctor proof positive he’s finally
gone over the edge.

And
the employer she trusts has an agenda all his own. If she can't believe the
impossible, neither she nor Jake may make it out alive.

~~Ladies and Gents of the Lair, I am happy to say that I have turned over the Lair to~~

Ms. Karin Shah!

A
Matri-what?

Those not
familiar with East Indian culture may be surprised to learn while reading IN
LIKE A LION that many Indians find their prospective partners through what are
called,"matrimonials."

The
matrimonial is a resume that tells about the groom or brides' career, their
families' credentials, and other aspects that affect the marriage, like income
and whether the bride is willing to live with her in-laws, (a joined family),
etc., astrological information may also be included.

As in
many Eastern cultures, family concerns are often raised above the individual.
The matrimonial is the first step in what used to be universally arranged
marriages. Like in noble families in Europe, the father arranged the match and
the couple might not even meet until the wedding day.

Today, at
least in the cities, the matrimonial is more like a dating tool, allowing
people searching for partners to find women or men with specific
characteristics. And the matrimonial has gone online, there are several
websites where Indians can search through hundreds of matrimonials.

What are
called "love matches" have become much more common, but meeting your
spouse through a matrimonial is still one of the first ways many Indian couples
meet.

I hope
you've enjoyed a little glimpse into Indian culture! And with Valentine's Day
only just in the review mirror, I'd love to know, how did you meet your
significant other? Would have agreed to meet him or her, if you'd seen their
matrimonial first?

Thanks
for having me!

Short Excerpt:

As Anjali stepped
out into the corridor, a shout made her freeze.

The exclamation’s guttural force spurred her heartbeat
into double time. What the hell?

She tracked the alarming sound to a door with a glass
window and peered inside.

In the center of a large room, a shirtless man moved with
fluid grace on exercise mats. Karate? Or
Tae Kwon Do? That explained the shout. She shrugged.

Before she could slip away, the man turned and came
closer. She ducked to the side so he couldn’t catch her watching.

Her breath caught as she saw his lean face.

She swallowed, pulse leaping. God, he was gorgeous. Staring much, Anjali? she admonished
herself, scraping together the remnants of logic blown away by the sight of
him.

This was just a man, his face, just a pleasing arrangement
of features.

Papers on the appeal of symmetry to the human mind had
been mandatory reading in some of her classes.

His movements took him deeper into the room and she inched
closer again, her long exhale fogging the window in front of her. She didn’t
need calipers to know when God had handed out facial symmetry, this man had
pushed to the front of the line.

Odd shadows lent the suggestion of a tiger’s stripes to
the man’s elegant cheekbones and clean jaw. She glanced at the ceiling and
noticed metal baskets caging the fluorescent light fixtures, throwing voids
into the harsh glare.

Her attention zeroed back to the man.

His hair—raven black with the sheen of a crow’s
feather—hung past his chin and fell forward, masking his eyes. She caught
herself wishing he would raise his head so she could see them. Her gaze drifted
downward, following the delicious curve of his shoulder.

His large body was a work of art, each muscle defined and
chiseled, as if Michelangelo had carved him from a piece of granite. The impish
light played more tricks, lending his golden skin the sheen of satin as he
defended against the attacks of invisible adversaries.

Her mouth dry, she watched him flow through the movement,
muscles rippling beneath that flawless skin. Who was he? A guard?

Given his size and superior musculature, if he was a
doctor, he was nothing like the doctors and researchers she’d worked with in
the past.

Goose flesh pimpled the back of her arms. There was just
something about a man that big that called to her most basic instincts.

A disparaging laugh huffed from her chest. She’d been
living like a nun for years and now she was drooling over a man so out of her
league he might as well have been a movie star.

What sounded like a voice—short and harsh, but
indistinct—reverberated through the thick, metal-reinforced glass. The man
halted mid-move and glared over his powerful shoulder.

For the first time, Anjali noticed there were other people
in the room; uniformed men with sleek, ugly rifles, not only drawn, but leveled
at the man as if prepared to shoot him at the slightest misstep.

She gasped as an awful realization washed over her. This
man—the first man to draw her interest since her loss—was not a guard or a
doctor.

He was Jake Finn, her subject, and a stone-cold killer.

About the Author:

I live in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio and worship Jeni's Ice Cream, JK
Rowling, Jayne Ann Krentz, the tv show Supernatural, and the movies, Hunt For
Red October and The Princess Bride(though not necessarily in that order.)

I am a fanatical reader of Romance, particularly Sci-Fi Romance,
Fantasy Romance and Paranormal Romance. I always write the book I want to read,
so I tend to jump sub-genre a bit. My husband and I are the parents of two kids
(a girl and a boy) and slaves to two
dogs ( a basenji and a vizsla)

I was born in Rochester, NY, attended SUNY Oswego and got my Master's
in Information and Library Science at the University of Buffalo. I was a School
Librarian in Webster, NY for five years before starting my writing career. (I
still miss my students.)

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